Where Art Thou Shinji?

A/n: A little story for my most favoritist person on on her birthday, IluvSilverShadow. Thank you, thank you, thank you for helping me out with so much! And for putting up with my crap sometimes~^_^. Happy Birthday! :D

Disclaimer: Nope, Prince of Tennis isn't mine.

Kamio shaded his eyes as he looked around the courts. Tachibana was standing by the fence talking to Ann, who seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, Sakurai and Ishida were sitting on a bench talking about one thing or another, and Uchimura was playing a match against Mori, but the one Kamio was looking for was no where in sight. "Where did Shinji go this time?" Kamio stated with a sigh before wandering off the courts.

Kamio started looking in all the places Shinji could possibly be. Not in the locker rooms. Not by the drinking fountain. Not in the classroom. After a while he found himself standing under a large oak tree, all kinds of lines coming to his mind before he finally shouted, "Oh Shinji, oh Shinji. Where art thou Shinji?"

"That was so incredibly lame," a voice stated before Shinji's face was right in front of his.

"Ah," Kamio screamed jumping back slightly, "Where did you come from?"

"The tree," Shinji answered casually as he flipped down, "You were looking for me?" Kamio sighed, Shinji was so..ugh sometimes. "Akira?"

"Oh yeah!" Kamio snapped out of it pulling some tickets out of his pocket, "I got tickets to see that one American band you like so much."

Shinji snatched the tickets away, "You seriously got me Blood on The Dance Floor tickets! Oh my god! Thank you so much Akira!" The blue haired boy threw his arms around his boyfriend, and smothered his face with kisses, reminding Kamio of his grandmother, "I love you."

"I love you to," Kamio stated kissing Shinji lightly, something he certainly didn't do with his grandma, "Happy Birthday."